How To Make A Foot Freak

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There’s a guy in my school who plays guitar for the VBS held in my school. He’s super hot, with a twink-like build but an almost nerdy attitude. He is pretty feminine, so he’s always been more of an outcast amongst the guys. But he’s super sweet and such a people pleaser. I’ve always wondered if Percy were gay, but he’s made it very clear that he’s straight. And I believe him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a little innocent gay fun.

Ever since I’ve known him, I’ve known that his feet were perfect. I’ve been to his house once before for his sister’s birthday, and at the party he wore flip flops. I’ve always liked feet, even when I was younger.

One day, I noticed after playing, he walked rather quickly down the steps of the stage. He looked like he was nervous of playing on stage, always looking down at his music, never looking into the large crowd. I know him pretty well, but I didn’t know why he seemed so nervous.

I left my pew and followed him to a large practice room where chairs were set up. I waited for a minute after he went into the room to open the door. I opened the door and peered in.

“Hello?” I said.

“Oh, hey!” He said with a startle. “I didn’t see you behind me.”

He was laying down over several chairs, his grey Vans hanging over the edge of a seat. He sat up and looked at me.

“Did you need something?”

“I had a question,” I said, stopping right in front of his feet.

“Go for it,” he said with a smile.

“Are you okay? You ran off stage kinda fast, and you looked nervous. Is everything alright?”

He smiled again, this time closing his eyes for a second. “Yeah, I just have stage fright. Plus I’m always eager to sit down. They make us stand up there and play for a while without sitting.” He glanced at his feet. “My feet are always killing me.”

I stare at his Vans, my mind forming an idea. “Oh, wow, I had no idea. My mom is actually a masseuse, so maybe I could help you out,” kneeling on the ground in front of his feet, his size 10s staring me in the face.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. Plus I’ve been in my shoes for hours, dude,” he says, laughing a little.

“I don’t mind, dude,” I said, flashing a smirk. “You can lie back down.”

He shrugs and lays his head back down on the seats. I slowly start to untie both of his shoes. Pulling off his Vans slowly, the smell hits me. Pure heaven. Not too overpowering, but just enough. He’s wearing his blue Nike elites. I fight the urge to put my face in there. I smell the shoes quickly, glancing to make sure he didn’t see that, and set them over to the side. I start massaging his socked feet.

After a little bit of massaging, I start to strip his socks off slowly, one at a time. His feet are absolute perfection. I start to run my fingers down his sweaty soles, massaging every bit of his naked feet.

“Gosh, this is the best,” he says laughing.

I just laugh. Slowly I lower my face near his toes. His feet smell so good. He stirs for a bit, and I back off, but then I go at it again. I start sniffing from his heel up. I even work up enough courage to stick my nose in his toes, smelling deeply. He raises his head questioningly but shrugs and lowers it again.

Finally I can’t help myself any longer. I begin sucking on his big toe. He raises his torso up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.

I back up immediately. “Well, I’m massaging your feet, and I clean feet when I massage. It’s an added feature.” I smile, showing him I’m not trying anything.

He looks at me intensely and then relaxes. “Well, if you love my feet so much, carry on,” lowering himself back down.

I start again, caressing his soft soles with my tongues. I start at the heel and work my way up. I start sucking each of his toes, swirling them around in my mouth. He moans softly, his dick hardening a little. I keep sucking his toes, eventually sucking on his heel. I grab his feet and put them on my face, rubbing them all over. At this point he is audibly moaning, his dick fully hard. I reach up and start feeling his dick through his shorts. I unzip his pants and pull down his underwear to reveal his 6.5 inch dick, as I do the same to reveal my dick. I move up and start licking his dick, bobbing my head on it. As I do so, he moves his feet down to my dick, rubbing my dick gently. I start to suck harder and faster, his moans becoming louder and faster. He can’t contain himself. He cries out, “FUCK,” and cums in my mouth.

He looks me in the eyes and says, “Well, shit.”

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